When I was 5 years old, we moved in with my beautiful Granny for a period. I have two strong memories of her house, one was the rosary beads she use to give me to sleep with when I was having bad dreams and the second was an ethereal painting of a unicorn in a forest, that hung above my bed. The painting had belonged to my Aunty and I would lay in bed staring at it and daydreaming about the little unicorn jumping out of the painting and curling up on my lap.
Many years later I can now have best of both worlds, my adorable cats Ruby Soho and Lil Foot curled up on my lap and magical unicorns all through my wardrobe. xo
